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Second Bound & Gagged eBook Out

Getting these eBooks out always takes longer than I like, but I’m happy to be able to tell you that Natural Slave (and other stories of submission and domination), which I only promised you a month and a half ago, is finally out, with a cover that Amazon doesn’t seem to find offensive.

 

 

This eBook contains a number of my own all-time favorites: “Natural Slave” itself, which I continue to find as hot a personal account as anyone ever sent me, together with “Confidences of a Bully” and the “Memoirs of a Skinhead Bootslave”, to mention only three of the ten powerful pieces in the collection. These particular three are also followed by “interviews” I conducted by mail with the writers, to fill in many of their details.

 

If you liked what you used to read in Bound & Gagged, you won’t be disappointed by these stories, or by their incredibly low price: only $3.99!

Seven Days of Chastity (Concluded)

Day Six

 

As usual, Tigg had a great time exploring ways of finding some non-masturbatory sexual satisfaction. Last night he remembered many a scene at Sir’s place when he was tied down getting edged for hours and his tits were heavily tortured. The memory of one hot time being bound tightly got Tigg’s juices flowing in the early hours of the morning. He put on his suction cups and played with his tits until the skin started to squeeze up to fill each cup. That was extremely pleasurable as his dick was flickering away with the very sexual sensations of what his fingers were doing to his tits. Eventually, after an hour, both tits were completely encapsulated by each cup and Tigg could finally get a good night’s rest.

 

The morning was pleasant, chatting online with Dark Wiz who seems pleased with the on-going journal. He’s greatly amused that Tigg found so many ways to obtain some sexual satisfaction, even if he can’t cum yet. Today Tigg is wearing one of those fish-net kind of tank tops he purchased in the UK last year. It’s perfect for today because his tits are greatly inflamed after last night’s extensive bondage in those suction cups for hours on end. They are very sensitive, particularly when they rub against the openings of the tank and his dick badly wants to burst out of its confinement every time that happens. It’s like having a constant on-going erection, constrained by the cock cage for added frustration and delight.

 

Day Seven

This is the last full 24-hour day period wearing the cock cage. Dark Wiz has given Tigg permission to take it off tonight so that he can have a great time playing with his toys and finally shooting his load once or twice. Tigg’s partner is a sound sleeper and Tigg can easily play in the den for private full-out sleazy, smutty times.

 

The day proceeded uneventfully, but Tigg’s heart was beginning to race as the evening came on. He kept watching the clock, waiting for his partner to head to bed. He had set out his electro toys and various lubes and cock rings for his coming playtime. His tits are still inflamed from the previous day’s activities and while he watches TV with his partner, he flicks and rubs those nubs raw. His partner can’t see what devious things Tigg is doing as he’s seated in a heavy chair in front of Tigg. As you can see, Tigg is rather shameless!

 

Finally, it was bedtime. Tigg had already put on his tit suction cups before going to bed. He slept just for a couple of hours and then was awake and ready for some hot solo action. Releasing the cage key lock while his ever-growing cock pressed harder against the cage made it literally spring off and sent it across the bathroom counter. After that things got very steamy indeed.

 

As mentioned, Tigg’s favourite toys are his electro ones. He can plug in a pair of pads for his legs and then use the pair of band-like ones for his cock and balls. Starting this way was a great beginning.

 

Tigg had also bookmarked his favourite edging and bondage videos to watch during this long session. Take about exquisite pleasure, after one long week not feeling his cock, Tigg was really enjoying his self edging session.

 

Part way through, and after watching a lengthy video where some young hot guy got stroked off three times while tied up, Tigg rearranged his electro toys. Now he is trying out one of the band-like ones on his wrist, then later pushed that down to circle his four fingers instead. The electricity was powerful and made his whole arm shake at times. But the sensations through his fingers as he massaged his red, swollen tits were amazing. And transferring that sweet pulsing energy to his cock stroking off and apple polishing the head, well let’s say that Tigg was transported. A few hits of poppers also contributed to a fantastic time stroking his free raging hard member after a full week in chastity.

 

Tigg finally shot just under the two-hour mark while watching one of his favourite bondage “cumpilation” videos. Some husky guy kept saying “I’m cuming” over and over and Tigg totally lost it then. His last thoughts before shooting was imagining his Sir was with him right at that very moment, lying beside him stroking him off, kissing him on the neck and mouth. He even thought Sir was tickling him a little on his feet to stall off his climax, but Tigg’s body took over and totally exploded. He completely covered his chest in that sticky wonderful stuff. He even tasted his own cum and found it very sweet. Talk about a mess! No matter, it was worth the week-long chastity ordeal and when Tigg went back to bed he slept very well.

 

He woke up hours later with overly sensitive tits. He lightly flicked them with his fingertips, and felt his cock jump freely under his bed covers. He imagined that his Dark Wiz was nibbling on them right now (or maybe put some red ants and honey inside one of his tit pumps). Naturally, he got hard as a rock once again and this time had a satisfying quick jack-off. He spilled his seed into his open palm and greedily ate up everything. But there was a little leftover, so he worked it into his beard and laid back to enjoy those final euphoric moments. It’s as if Sir was right there curled up spooning Tigg, gently encouraging his horny ways to get off. Tigg felt they were profoundly bonded together despite the distance apart.

 

 

 

Seven Days of Chastity (Continued)

    Day Four

 

A couple of stipulations should be mentioned at this point. Tigg is obliged to report to his Dark Wiz frequently by sending text messages and by allowing him to read this ongoing online diary. At times, they can engage in a live-time chat either by phone or by webcam with Google Hangouts. Tigg’s movements are always closely monitored by this report and his text messages. He is a disciplined boy, regardless of the distance apart.

 

Tigg only gets a chance to explore the delicious sensations of wearing this chastity device during the evening hours. His life partner (and everyone else he may encounter) is totally unaware that he has willingly put himself into bondage for a week. Knowing that he’s secretly under constant service to his Dark Wiz gives Tigg a provocative thrill.

 

Tonight, though, Dark Wiz made his displeasure quite clear that Tigg is enjoying himself far too much. During a text message exchange Sir suggested Tigg was cheating and was taking off his cock cage, and even called him a liar when he protested to the contrary. Tigg became quite upset and decided to have a chaste evening with no sexual activities at all during the night.

 

 

Day Five

After a long engaging phone call in the morning it turns out Tigg got the wrong end of the stick with last night’s SMS chat. The Dark Wiz was only testing Tigg’s commitment for the one week. All of this was meant as playful banter, showing Sir’s sarcastic side and making sure his Boy was under his control. Unfortunately, Tigg totally misunderstood and felt that he had somehow crossed the line to make his Master incredibly cross.

He now fully realizes Dark Wiz was just playing head-games. During today’s call Sir heartily laughed and reassured him about his mistake over the whole situation. Sir is very proud of his boy for holding out on ejaculation and admires the fact that he is be so inventive in his quest for sexual satisfaction in non-orgasmic ways. Naturally, Tigg is much relieved!

Tigg’s interest in BDSM is reflected in his writings about his gay composer friend, Claude Vivier also from Montreal who himself was heavily involved in S&M. Many passages in Claude’s music suggest a controlled flogging session, and several others are repetitive enough to suggest protracted edging sessions. Tigg never met Claude as he was only introduced to him at UBC in 1996. But over the years of exploring his music Tigg had the opportunity to interview many close friends and acquaintances and felt a certain kinship with his Montrealer friend. While Claude was certainly often horny as Tigg, he differed in that he enjoyed life-threatening danger. Sadly, his last ‘date’ was with a serial killer; he was strangled and stabbed multiple times. Not quite the arousing experience young Claude was looking for, unfortunately.

 

[to be continued]

 

Seven Days of Chastity (Continued)

  Day Three

 

Last night Tigg had more fun. Shortly after midnight, a bathroom visit was necessary.  After a satisfying, but erratic piss through his cage, he explored the sensations of his now groaning cock with silicone-based lube and tried to jack off. He could experience some dulled sensations on the dick when wrapping his entire hand around the cock cage, but he went wild when apple polishing his dick head that poked through the top. At this point, Tigg became fucking horny. He got out his Fort Troff ass vibrator and lubed it up well. Then he shoved the whole damn 10-inch thing up his rear and quickly turned it on high. The sensations were truly amazing both in the ass and cock. However, Tigg didn’t stop there. He badly wanted to ejaculate somehow. Massaging his taint for over half an hour made him moan agonizingly and he came very close to shooting, but in vain. Still, he had a very satisfying time, with delicious feelings he had never experienced before.

 

Right before sunrise, Tigg woke up with a near-raging hard-on and this time his tits were overly sensitive. He gently played with them, flicking them a bit, lubing them a little, then twisting them hard, all the while his cock was swelling up, again frustrated by the cock cage. Tigg went back to the bathroom and put on his silicone tit suction cups and proceeded to jack off as best he could with the cage. He discovered the part under the tip of the cage is indeed open for easier pissing and with a little ingenuity he could get his juices flowing using the tips of his fingers. Better yet, using his fingernails not only massaged the frenum but also the edge of his cock head too. Tigg was in ecstasy! But again, no full orgasm, just a lot of sensual moments.

 

It’s now late morning and Tigg has been up for just over an hour. The silicone tit suction cups are still on as he writes his report today. His tits have never looked plumper or more sensitive in ages. If his Dark Wiz was here Tigg’s tits would have been happily subjected to further torture with clothes pegs, or pumps, or clamps. Still, Tigg is content. Last night’s activities allowed him to experience new heightened, erotic sensations. It’s going to be another great day, nearly hump day too!

 

[to be continued]

 

Seven Days of Chastity

A slave in western Canada was recently ordered by his Master in Montreal to spend a week in chastity, and keep a diary of it. “Under Sir’s directive,” Tigg wrote me, “Tigg was not permitted to ejaculate but was permitted to explore other ways to enjoy his confinement.” Though Tigg’s chastity week took place before most of the world went into confinement, the diary offers a perfect bondage situation for these days of social distancing: cyber obedience to a Master who requires us to stay at a physically enforced social distance from our cock, that part of ourselves that might otherwise—especially in these isolating times—offer us even more solace and companionship than usual.

 

“This journal,” Tigg wrote, “will account for all of Tigg’s horny, sleazy thoughts that occur while wearing the chastity device. Hopefully others may be inspired for their own boys/slaves to wear one for equally long periods of time. The infuriating sensations and Tigg’s vain attempts for ‘release’ will be chronicled here. No doubt he will find inventive ways of dealing with this kind of confinement.”

 

Tigg sent me his chastity diary, and also described how he spent the night before he put the cock cage on when, as he tells me, he “was free to have a little fun”:

 

“One set of toys he enjoys is his electro equipment. He particularly likes the pads and has tried them on many parts of his legs and hardened cock too. He finds placing them along the inside of both thighs is the best and watching his leg muscles flex erratically is a huge turn-on for him.

 

“Tigg also used a couple of toys perfect for solo jack-play but not until he had wrapped his bondage belt around his lower legs to keep them in place before he stroked off agonizingly for an hour or two. Sometimes he pumped his enormous cock very, very slowly until it subsided and shrank to half its size. Then he took great delight in reviving himself to stroke off to a near climax, and then abruptly stop. Coconut oil (the hard version) was his favourite lube for this on-going play. He really wanted to feel every vein, every crevice of his thick 7-inch cock before the week-long bondage. When he shot, he left his copious cum dry all over his hairy bod as a little sticky reminder when he woke up.”

 

Though I’m tempted to post each entry day by day, if only to be perverse, let me combine days one and two here, since day one seems to have been largely uneventful, and basically just describes the rules.

 

 

Day One

it’s late morning of Day One and time to follow Sir’s orders. Tigg is freshly showered and has taken great care in adding ointments to all the areas that will be soon covered by the cock cage. He is ordered to never remove it, even if taking a piss or sitting on the throne and even while taking a shower. The only exception is that Tigg is permitted to remove it (temporarily) should he encounter any strange pain or sensations.

 

Tigg is also ordered to wear only one jock strap for the entire week. When home alone, he must not wear anything else. He is permitted to wash and dry his garment overnight on occasion. On nights like these, Tigg must wear Sir’s old underwear trunks to bed. At Tigg’s discretion, the jock strap may be used as a face mask to deprive him of vision for periods of time, so long as he is wearing Sir’s trunks at the same time.

 

Tigg knows fully that his Sir, the Dark Wiz, is expecting him to follow these orders strictly and to write about his experiences. Sir lives in Montreal 4,500 km away, but his presence is deeply felt by Tigg. Tigg’s cock is freely owned by and given to the Dark Wiz who alone has access to it and to all Tigg’s deepest secrets, desires and fantasies.

 

 

Day Two

Last night proved amazingly hot and erotic. While Tigg slept well mostly, his dick had a mind of its own. He got up around 2am with a raging hard-on and noticed his dick bulging through the cage, particularly around the head. Tigg used some water-based jelly to lubricate the cage and to better feel his enclosed cock. His half-engorged shaft was sensitive to a degree, but more so under his balls (the taint) and the balls themselves. Reaching for his electric toothbrush, Tigg teased himself by exploring these areas. One spot under the tip of the cage seemed more ‘open’ (to permit peeing) and Tigg was able to press the head of the toothbrush right next to his cock head and he literally danced around the room with the penetrating, exquisite pleasure/pain.

 

It’s now morning and Tigg woke up with another near hard-on. Instead of playing with his cock this time, Tigg decided to train his pussy hole (side note: Dark Wiz takes charge of ALL of Tigg’s sensitive and responsive body parts. Always.). After a few minutes of gentle finger fucking with lots of jelly lube Tigg shoved up a decent sized butt plug. An added frustration: he tried to piss, but with no luck! The sensations of the butt plug against the prostate made that impossible. He will have to wait until his morning shower and remove the plug and then relieve himself. Urine therapy can be very therapeutic.

 

Some post-shower comments. Tigg has discovered a new way to shower. Instead of simply standing he lay flat on his back in the tub with his legs extended in the air supported by the shower walls. That way the water hit his hot pussy hole and cock perfectly. His butt plug flopped out quickly and then it was easy to clean all those delicious areas. It was welcome to have a morning piss after all, but it didn’t spray up in a golden arc like one sees in WS movies. Instead Tigg enjoyed a slow, satisfying long drizzle that he could feel along his belly. Not surprisingly, Tigg cupped some of the yellow stuff and happily drank it.

 

[to be continued]

Notes on This and That

 

Really happy with the number of you guys who have bought Spreadeagle Tales, and the positive comments I've received. Hope you spread the word.

 

That said, and speaking no doubt only for myself, it’s amazing how little one can get accomplished when isolated at home and more or less forbidden to go out and associate with others. Though I’m long retired and spend much of my time at home even in the absence of pandemics, I feel more aimless than ever these days, and for the past week or so have wasted much more time than usual playing thankless games of online solitaire between bouts of surfing for hot porn.

 

And you who check out this site—since I’ve started meagerly reblogging more people have been coming here every day—you who probably, like so many in the world, are confined to spending your days inside and alone or with your live-in partner who may or may not be as bondage-horny as you: apart from checking to see if I’ve blogged, what are you doing with your days (and nights)? I suppose you’re jerking off a lot dreaming of getting tied up, or of tying up others. If either should be the case, why don’t you take some time remembering the last time you had a really hot bondage scene, and write me about it? Believe it or not, once you get into the act of simply writing down what happened, you’ll find you’re almost as turned on as you were when it was actually happening.

 

Here are a few words I got sent to me the other day from a reader in Santa Cruz California:

 

Bob, really enjoyed your Kindle book...bondage lover myself...intro'd to it bout 17 — dude at gym sundeck talked me into first session, and never turned back...have older fit buddy (64) with great dungeon in his house basement...pool table, cuffs, floor and ceiling hooks, saw horses, electro toys, the works. Have weekly appt with him with advanced training each week...He has another pupil who ropes up with me...find the restraints, struggling, all make my cumshots more n more powerful each session. Looking for some bros ta build up the bondage games. Any ideas for me? 

 

I don’t, except to suggest he wait until the epidemic is over to continue his weekly get-togethers. I can also ask interested potential bros to contact me and give me permission to send him their contact info, always assuming they'll meet up sometime in the less perilous future. That would be the extent of my participation.

 

A request to readers: Tell me what you’re doing during these days and nights. What are you thinking about? Where are you going on line? Any good websites that others might be interested in? Share them with me and I’ll share them with the rest of you.

 

Even something like this, which a reader sent me with the following caption: Recommended dress when going out to the grocery store or other errand.

 

 

I have started working with my webmaster Matthew to refresh and redo this blog, which  has gone rusty through disuse, with lots of broken links. And I’m going to commit myself to posting here regularly, at least so long as the readership continues going up—and I hear from some of you, my readers, who are this blog’s life’s blood.

 

Oh, one thing more: My second eBook, “Natural Slave, and other stories of domination and submission” will be out —if all goes well—some time next week. Check for its availability here.

 

Stay well!!!

 

 

Tennessee Master

Here’s a never-before-published story that came in (handwritten) in March, 2005, three months before Bound & Gagged suspended publication:

 

TENNESSEE. Recently you talked about traveling long distances to get tied up. Here’s a story for you.

 

First, something about myself. I am sixty years old, five feet six inches tall and weigh 150 pounds, brown hair beginning to gray at the temples and an eight-inch very fat cock.

 

I live in the middle of 18 ½ wooded acres in the hills of East Tennessee. But only ten miles from a city of sixty thousand, so I have the best of both worlds. The house is located over two thousand feet from the road. The driveway is so steep that a portion had to be concreted so cars could make it up the hill. Most of it, however, is just gravel.

 

Now to my story.

 

Somehow, through the wonders of the “gay grapevine,” this guy heard I was a top who could be trusted.

 

One night about twelve, he called.

 

His conversation was very articulate. All his answers were certainly forthright and with all the proper “Sirs” or “Masters.”

 

It turned out he and I lived about 80 miles apart.

 

After at least a forty-five minute conversation, we worked out a weekend that we could meet.

 

Even tho I live out in the hills, after leaving the interstate he only had to make four turns. He was told to call from a certain store which is about four miles from my home.

 

On the appointed Friday night he called from home to say he was on his way.

 

When he called from the store as ordered, I told him to get in the car and strip completely. I told him to park his car at the bottom of my driveway (about 12 ft from the road) get out and wait for me on his knees, head bowed.

 

Dressed in black leather chaps, vest, motorcycle cap & cockring & gloves I slowly walked down the drive. In my hands I carried a large iron collar and padlock, a leash, and a Hyatt cocklock. I took my time, giving him time to anticipate the step he had taken.

 

As I approached, I could see that he had minded quite well.

 

I could easily tell he was taller than I, balding, but looked to be in excellent physical condition. I also noticed the flat nipples, that could take some work.

 

I walked up, locked the iron collar on his neck and said “Boots!” He immediately bent down and began to kiss them.

 

As he was doing this I noticed how close the thunderstorm had gotten. The lightning had gotten bright enough for anyone passing to see. Who cared?

 

I had him stand and put on the cocklock as I attached the leash to his collar. I also took the keys to his car and locked it.

 

Just as we began to walk up the hill, it began to rain.

 

We were both getting soaked!

 

I, in my leathers, was still quite comfortable. He, being naked, was getting chilled. On top of that, as I have said, most of the drive is limestone gravel. These are not easy on bare feet if you are accustomed to wearing shoes.

 

He asked (without permission to speak) if we could hurry out of the rain. I ignored this. When we reached the concrete portion I asked if he was cold.

 

Yes sir, was the reply. I told him to kneel down on his knees and pissed on him to warm him up. Not unnoticed was the fact that he opened his mouth when I was pissing on him.

 

As we again reached the gravel he gave some very low groans & “Oh, sirs.” Still he had not been given permission to talk.

 

As we entered the house, I gave him a towel that I keep by the door to dry my dog’s feet. He rubbed himself thoroughly & seemed to warm up.

 

I took him straight to my room, gave him a clean towel & allowed him to dry me & my leather from head to toe.

 

He was spending too much time drying my crotch as my dick was still straight up. A good slap in the face reminded him that he had not earned that yet. Also that he had to be corrected for talking without my permission, etc.

 

My bed is a large wooden bed. I keep ropes on the posts on the headboard and the footboard.

 

First I put a leather hood with blindfold & gag on him. I tied his arms to the footboard posts facing the bed. I tied his legs, stretched just so his cock (still bound) & balls barely hung over the footboard of the bed.

 

What a beautiful sight!

 

It was easy to tell that he worked out (he does) as he stood there, muscles tensed, not knowing what would happen next. But that dick was still hard.

 

Again, I noticed the flat nipples and immediately put some strong tit clamps on them. Then I began a slow & steady placement of clothespins on his body, culminating with about ten on the cock & balls. (These I had previously tied together in strands and left long strings on them. This so I could lie in bed and pull the strings and just torture different parts of his body or even all at once). This certainly brought on some moans and groans, making my dick even harder.

 

The one thing I had failed to mention is what a beautiful ass he has. As I lay there playing games on his body I could hardly force myself to wait to plow that ass. I restrained myself for about forty five minutes as I continued to pull the strings.

 

His body was covered with sweat by now.

 

I got up & went behind him. My head reached his shoulders. I began to slowly remove the clothespins. First one here, then one there, each time brushing the others and creating a bit more pain from each one.

 

Then having removed the others, I started to move the ones on his cock & balls.

 

This brought about some loud groans and an attempt to move away. Impossible. I jerked the rest off & rubbed his cock & balls vigorously. Man, did he squirm!

 

I untied his arms & feet, took off the hood & told him to undress me. I still had on my boots & leathers. This he did very carefully, and even tho my cock was right in his face when he removed my boots, he dared not touch it.

 

I finally allowed him to lick my pits, suck my tits & eventually lick my balls & attempt to suck my dick. Even tho he tried, he could only get the head in his mouth (I did say it was quite fat!)

 

I could wait no longer.

 

I laid him on his back, lifted his legs & rammed it home. He was tight and he did scream. I left it there, crammed in to the pubes, as his eyes teared a little & he took deep breaths to try to relax. Then I began to fuck him.

 

Even when horny, I can hold back if I try. I fucked his ass for over forty five minutes as I pulled his tit clamps, the hair on his chest and slapped his locked balls & dick around.

 

Unable to stand it any longer I came & came. As I pulled out he said, “Thank you daddy, thank you.”

 

I tied his arms to his sides so he could not play with himself & allowed him to sleep in my bed.

 

I awakened about four and fucked him again, then went to sleep with my cock up his ass.

 

Morning came early, another fuck & time to get up.

 

He had not slept well because of the collar. He was a little slow at moving so I gave him ten with a belt. Again his dick rose to the occasion.

 

As I ate my breakfast, he had his piss toasties (corn flakes, piss & a little sugar) on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. Fun to watch!

 

I decided we should go for a walk.  After the rain it was cool but not cold. I donned my leathers, put on his leash & off we went. I did however have him carry one item. My whip. Five long tails of leather and I know how to use it.

 

There’s one special tree on the property that I love. When a slaveboy lays over and hugs it, his ass is just in place for a good fuck.

 

But to warm him up, I decided to give him fifteen good strokes with the whip. There was that hard dick sticking up in anticipation, both his and mine. I really laid it on his ass, then I fucked him. His leash was a good bridle, and I made it last as long as possible.

 

Lunchtime, I had a sandwich as he again attempted to suck dick. His licking of balls & dick, and really working at it deserved a reward, so I fucked him again.

 

The day was spent with small jobs such as polishing boots, getting his chest shaved, etc.

 

I decided we’d go to the bar.

 

Yes, there are bars even in east Tennessee.

 

He bathed me.

 

He himself got fucked & a nice plug shoved up his ass. I dressed him in a pair of jeans worn threadbare & two sizes too small, a white Tee and boots. Of course, his collar stayed on.

 

We got some looks as we entered the bar. It’s pretty much a college kid candy-ass bar. I bought him a beer. He loves to dance so I put him on the dance floor alone. The cocklock, tight pants & butt plug did their job. His cock looked large & hard as he danced. He got many appreciative looks. When he needed to piss I let him, in his pants, as he stood beside me. Again, this did not go unnoticed. A few friends came over to talk & admire his cock & ass. We left about one o’clock in the morning. By 1:30 we were home.

 

I had him strip in the truck & made him sit on my hand. I drove with one hand & worked the plug in his ass with the other. He was dying to come.

 

He undressed me & I allowed him to eat pits, tits, cock & balls. Then I fucked him again.

 

I awoke at 5:00 and used his ass again. He still was not allowed to come. I told him I had things to do, gave him his car keys and sent him down the drive naked and barefoot.

 

Yes, he called again!

"Great reading matter for terrible times!"

That’s what one reader emailed me yesterday about our new eBook, Spreadeagle Tales. “If I have to social distance myself from my bondage buddies, this is a damn good way to do it!”

For the third week in a row, Spreadeagle Tales is number 1 on the Bound & Gagged ebook Best Seller List. It’s true we haven’t put out a second eBook yet, so Spreadeagle’s the only one on it, but I’m very happy about the enthusiasm it seems to be generating. “I beat off this morning reading your eBook!” another reader emailed me the other day. “The Marine and the hippie story, wow that is hot stuff!”

Please keep buying and reading Spreadeagle tales. It’s only $3.99, just pennies more than the price of a latte caffe grande at Starbucks, and will give you much more lasting pleasure. And, if you like it, tell your friends. We can’t afford to pay for national advertising yet.

Our First eBook is Available…Again!

It’s been a long haul, but I think I can say with some certainty that the ebook of Spreadeagle Tales is available at last, with a new and less “hostage”-like cover. My certainty derives from the fact that the book has already been up for more than a week, and if the powers that be had been planning to remove it they’d almost certainly have done so by now.

 

 

If you’d like to purchase Spreadeagle Tales for a laughably low price, go to Amazon and look for the title. It should come right up.

 

Some readers of this blog may get this information more than once, since I’m about to send out an announcement of the ebook’s availability to my mailing-list. If you’re not on my mailing list and would like to be, write me at [email protected]. Put the words “Put me on your mailing list” on the subject line.

 

Another new eBook, with the title “Natural Slave, and other stories of submission and dominance” is now in the works. We’ll be putting it up at the end of March, to be followed by a third eBook at the end of April, with still more to follow.

 

And while we're at it, write me about your own bondage adventures, which I'll post on my blog. My email is the same as above, [email protected].

A First Experience

If the surprisingly large number of readers who continue to visit this site despite the fact that I've only recently started posting again, and have so far posted very little, would send me a few paragraphs describing their personal bondage adventures as this reader has done, I'd have a lot to share with all of you for a long time. Remember, I post everything anonymously unless you specifically ask to be identified. My email: [email protected]

 

Even though you haven't updated stuff in a while, I have seen your solicitation for stories and thought I would share a few with you.

 

I've been excited to a level of craving the feeling of being tied up as long as I can remember - early childhood. It became erotic the moment the hormones began changing in puberty, and I engaged in some retrospectively pretty risky self-bondage stuff in my teens.

 

Though I had done some light bondage with women, this is the first time I was tied up by a guy.

 

In the days of dial-up BBSs - before the public Internet - I was chatting with a guy online and crossed a threshold - I really didn't care who tied me up, I just wanted to experience it. He offered - and said I already knew him as he had figured out who I was. He actually lived in my neighborhood. I was about 30, he was a few years older.

 

I went over, he let me in and simply said "Why don't you go upstairs and take off your clothes, I'll be up in a minute." My heart was racing standing there naked. My back was to the door - not sure why - he came in and embraced me from behind, feeling me up.

 

Then he gently pulled my hands behind my back and tied them. Next the ropes went around my forearms just above the elbows, and when he cinched that up I took in a breath as a spike of excitement hit me. He blindfolded me, then guided me to my knees, tied my ankles together, and my wrists to my ankles - a kneeling hogtie position.

 

My next "first" came as his penis touched my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked as eagerly as I could - but he was huge, I had a really hard time holding my mouth open that wide LOL. But I was getting more and more turned on from the power differential - being naked, totally naked, way beyond "no clothing" with another guy. I fantasized about him fucking me, but it just wasn't going to happen that day. He was much too big for me.

 

That was my first time with a guy, and it was a huge, huge turn-on. I wanted more.

 

Let me know if you'd like to get some more stories.

 

I'd love to get some more stories.—BW

Sadly, no good news about our ebook…yet

I'd hoped to have some in early January, but no such luck. Spreadeagle Tales still awaits e-publication. From research, which includes long conversations with knowledgeable people, the problem as far as Kindle is concerned seems to be only with the cover, which one e-publisher believes looks too much like a hostage situation, so we're looking to find one that will be less controversial, while still catchy. Stay tuned.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I was hoping to have some good news for you regarding the ebook publication of the first collection of my favorite Bound & Gagged stories. That will have to wait for the New Year, but I’m hoping now that it won’t be long in coming. By “it” I mean the ebook, not the New Year, which is already upon us.

 

It’s true that Amazon rejected us without telling us why, and that what we’d been led to believe was the most liberal platform, Smashwords, insists in its guidelines that all sexual writing must be classified as “erotic fiction,” though our stories are not fiction and not always even what I would call “erotica.” Smashwords guidelines also put it in no uncertain terms that “In erotic literature, children or underage minors cannot be engaged in sexual acts or situations, bear witness to such situations, be shown considering sexual acts, or be shown thinking about sexual acts,” and that “Underage erotica is strictly forbidden, and the upload of such will lead to immediate account termination.” None of which is good for us, since so many of the best B&G bondage memoirs start with writers’ memories of awarenesses, thoughts and activities that began when they were underage.

 

But suddenly just this past night, in the middle of the night, I was startled out of sleep by a eureka moment, which I’ll hold off on telling you about until I check it out more thoroughly. But I think it may go a long way to solving our problems. 

 

More to come. Stay tuned.

Awakening of Rip Van Wingate?

This is the first blog posting I’ve made since Thanksgiving, 2016. I’d hoped the occasion would be a happy one, to announce the publication of the first of a series of ebooks containing the best stories of true bondage experiences that we published in Bound & Gagged and, in the conceivable future, the best stories we never got around to publishing. As soon as the book went up on line, I sent messages to the majority of my followers (or favorites) on Recon, announcing the Kindle e-publication of “Spreadeagle Tales and Other True Adventures in Male Bondage”, and a number of B&G fans went on line to buy it.

 

And then Amazon Kindle blocked the book. It didn’t meet their content and cover guidelines, despite the fact that Lee, Matthew and I had done our due diligence, looking over a lot of Kindle ebooks, and had found books with covers and content at least as explicit as ours, some far more. We contacted Kindle, tried to reach a human being who could tell us where we’d gone wrong. Was our cover too outrageous for them? Look at it. It shows one of B&G’s most beloved, attractive and boy-next-door models, fully dressed, and as innocently tied up and bandanna-gagged as a Hardy Boy. Other accepted and acceptable Kindle ebooks have bound individuals on their covers, so what was the problem with ours?

Had we failed to categorize the book correctly? We could easily fix that, if someone would tell us precisely which categories we had wrong. Had Kindle’s own computers—since it’s very unlikely a human being at Amazon actually read the book—identified specific words or phrases in the stories that it found unacceptable? Words like fuck? Or cock? Or tied up? You can find those words in ebooks everywhere. We knew we had one chancy story title, The Considerate Rapist. Well, we could easily change that if we were told that was the problem. Should we retitle the story and try again? Unfortunately, when Amazon blocked “Spreadeage Tales” it also warned us that if we attempted to correct the problem(s) and did so in a way that still didn’t satisfy their guidelines, we risked being blocked by Kindle forever.

 

Ultimately we did get through to a customer service person, who was very sympathetic but who also told us our problem was for another department. He would, nevertheless, write up our concerns and send them to the right department, and he suggested we write to that department ourselves, telling them, among other things, that the magazine those stories came from, Bound & Gagged, is in the general collection of The New York Public Library, available to all who come looking for it, on the shelf next to such publications as Cosmopolitan and House & Garden. We did that, then sat back and waited.

 

Only to receive the following email late last night:

We’ve confirmed that your book contains content that is in violation of our content guidelines and we will not be offering this title for sale on Amazon. As stated in our guidelines, we reserve the right to determine what we consider to be appropriate, which includes cover images and content within the book.

 

So much for Kindle, unless someone reading this knows someone in the right department at Kindle whom we could actually speak to. Right now, we’re looking for other ebook platforms. If any of you out there have ideas, we’re open to all suggestions. Either send me a comment here, or write me at my same old email address, [email protected]. I’ll keep you informed about all new developments.

 

By the way, I’d love to keep this blog alive, but for that I need you readers to help. Write me your thoughts about bondage, the current bondage scene, your own true bondage experiences. If you want to send pictures of yourselves tied up and gagged, write me for a model release, which I'll send right back to you and need back from you with your pics. I’ll post your thoughts, stories and photos here, always anonymously, unless you specifically ask to be identified.

 

Something to be thankful about - 5

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Something to be thankful about - 4

I'm pretty sure there are a number of photos in this batch that you've never seen before.

 

No need to tell me some are identical; I know that. I'm just giving you every photo we saved from that session, fuzzy as well as sharp, the whole roll, except for those we discarded years ago.